The sky was pitch quiet

With a slight breeze

Undercutting the smoke

Of the two welsh girls

(who I am guessing

Could have been sisters)

But I still couldn’t get

You out of my mind.

The band were on a break

At the palm tree

Near victoria park

And chris had just texted me

Saying he was struggling

To get money out of a cash point

So my attention drifted outside

Where I could hear

The bass blasting out

From the nearby dance festival

But I still couldn’t get

You out of my mind.

Remembering out words

From last night

When I thought we were

Going to split temporary

And your kisses by text

Cover across the miles

From Manchester to London

Over a diet coke in the poetry cafe

Then onto to the Olympic village

And I know I can’t get

You out of my mind.

Watching two drunken

Scottish kids doing a jig

With such discourse

I am surprised they

Don’t fall flat on their faces

And watching the singer

While on his break

Talk while waving

His arms around

With such balance

He could have done drumming

As an alternative career

And I know I can’t get

You out of my head.

Or wait until the next time

You are in my arms.

(For C)